Why make things more complicated than they already are?"Hi!" Stacy said, like she'd been expecting me to call and I hadn't even said hello yet. I figu...red I'd get Monica's answering machine again, so it kinda surprised me."Hi!" I giggled. "It's Ann, uh ... Remember me?" Well ... yeeeeahh!" she laughed. "Wassup? Where you at? I'll come get you! We're gonna hit some clubs!" I'm in Klamath Falls." Fucks that?" Um, in Oregon someplace." I laughed cause she sounded pretty stoned."That's too far!" she. Sandy took in a deep breath. I let go with my hand and pushed in a little deeper. She moaned softly. I pushed all the way in. She was much tighter than I expected, but her copious amounts of pussy juice made for no friction. It was warm, snug, and slippery. I began slow rhythmic insertions and withdrawals. She moaned approvingly and wrapped her legs around my hips. I quickened my pace. Having her wrapped around me like that was almost more than I could take. I moved in and out quicker. My heart. I had no mercy on you or what you wanted, nor did I care how much my teasing and tempting affected you. I thought only of myself and the pleasure I was feeling, you were nothing more to me than a toy, a means to an end. My lust consumed me, I dropped to my knees, excited by my own scent, dominated by my own erotic obscenities, like a beast in heat I crawled to you. You lifted your ass from the sand as I tugged at your pants, revealing the beauty of your nakedness, the warmth of your thighs. The side effects at least. But who to test out the drug on? He suddenly remembered a girl who lived down the hall from his apartment, and who had helped him open his door when he was carrying a large box during the move-in. What was her name? Rita. That was it. He did not get a long look at her, but what he saw, he liked. Maybe it was time to repay her favor. — That Friday night, Jim invited Rita to his apartment as part of a housewarming party. As Jim put the finishing touches to his.